I remember AA as a hellish place. I was in while cigs and coffee were program tools of recovery. The members seemed to look down on me. When I asked questions, I'd feel stupid. They would have a brown chip for anyone who had a crappy day. I was suicidal, so I went up and took one. They all laughed and made me feel worse. they said things, when i wasn't paying attention like "i've got good news and i've got bad news; the good news is the wars over, the bad news is that I lost"

i guess i wanted the world to be a happier place. i don't anymore.

it stole my dream for a better world.

i guess i should thank them?